Mistakes and Miscommunications
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Concluida mié, abr 15, 20208m
This story is just as much yours as it is my own.
This short story is an exciting, creative, experimental piece that was a major challenge to write. It follows an argument between two former lovers (some of the dialogue comes from actual texts I've received recently), but there are no names, genders, dialogue tags, explicit descriptions, movements, thoughts, or a setting. There is no narrator - just dialogue.
The idea is that you, as the reader, will decide who the characters are - maybe they're fictional, or maybe they're you and your own former lover. You can choose their genders, the setting, the movements, the backstory, and even who is right or wrong in the end.
I'd love to know who you pictured while you read, and whose side you were on. There are no right or wrong answers. How did you experience this story? Let us know!
This story is just as much yours as it is my own.
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